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Mistletoe Sitting under the
mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), One last candle burning low, All the sleepy dancers gone, Just one candle burning on, Shadows lurking everywhere: Some one came, and kissed me there. Tired I was; my head would go Nodding under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), No footsteps came, no voice, but only Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely, Stooped in the still and shadowy air Lips unseen - and kissed me there.
by Walter De La Mare
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